There’s this empty sign, one street over. By a church or former church. I was taking a walk by myself in the early morning. Wishing Ming was with me–he went to serve at the Worker. The sign I looked up at. I love this sign. I like to pretend it’s a message from God, a… Read More »
I love this quote, my favorite quote for a long time, about how we all need love. I was talking about it with Ming this morning, Christmas morning. It’s Oscar Wilde. It is when we are wounded by our own hands, or by the hands of others, that love should come to cure us –… Read More »
Ming and I went to Death Valley yesterday morning. We saw the sun rise twice, because of how the mountains are. There were almost no people around. We went to Salt Creek so Ming could look for pupfish. He has a thing for them. I sang, which felt good–I didn’t feel the energy in a… Read More »